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It was a Friday evening and we got home early. We were just chilling at home, waiting for the evening rush-hour traffic to disperse before we went out for dinner. And Pablo gave us another fright!

Hubby had removed the driftwood and pot several days ago, and replaced it with a mini bridge. And the feisty fella has been constantly moving/pushing/lifting the new bridge around because it must be quite light for him. Or he hates it, I don’t know.

Unfortunately, this show of muscle strength resulted in Pablo breaking off a pincer on that Friday night! Ouch.

Looking back, I think the ordeal must have been too painful for he was writhing around and we didn’t realize the severity. We were hoping it wouldn’t be so tragic; after all, crayfishes do lose limbs during battles especially within a community and survived. You could say he was in a battle here, with the mini bridge.

The poor fella looked off balance and disoriented. Little did we know, two hours later, we came home from dinner and Pablo Sanchez Rodriguez, our feisty crayfish was gone. Motionless with glazed eyes. Gone to pet heaven.

What a tragic mishap! It didn’t have to come down to this. I don’t know what to say… Sniffle…